Stumbling misplaced footsteps,
You two are gasping for breath,
Murmurs between kisses,
Incoherent pleas for something more,
You do not know his name,
You can barely remember his face.
He is just another in a long line of losers,
You are the girl in your group of friends
that does a little more-
A technical virgin with bendable morals
Looking for your lost respect,
You are losing it more and more.
You seek your happiness in others,
A new hope shot down with every guy that left.
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